__Getting Things Fixed__
By Escargoat
Giles sat uncomfortably in the doctor’s office. Since his earlier visit after his little ‘incident’ with Buffy, he had been on edge. The
good doctor had run several tests and then sent Giles off with a few vitamins and a revised diet.
Now, he was sitting back in the doctor’s office awaiting the test results. With a sigh, he looked at his watch. One would think that a
doctor could be on time for the patient who signed his paychecks.
“Ah, Mr. Giles, you don’t have an Apocalypse I’m interrupting, do you?” Richard Smith said as he bustled in the door.
“No, no. All is well on the doomsday front.”
“Good, good. Well then, about your problem. As I though earlier, there is nothing wrong with your heart, which I am sure your lady love
will appreciate. There is also nothing mystically affecting you. Your prostate seems in good working order. I don’t see that there is any
damage or blockage to your arteries or blood vessels.”
“Doctor,” Giles interrupted, “I you could just tell me what is wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing is wrong with you but a little age, Mr. Giles.”
“I’m afraid that I don’t understand. While I know that libido reduces with age, I should not just become impotent.”
Dr. Smith sighed. “How many hours a night do you sleep?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“On average, how often do you sleep?”
“Four hours.”
Dr. Smith made a note on his sheet. “And when was the last time you had sexual intercourse?”
“Well, ah, two years?” Giles blushed even though there was no reason he should.
“Mr. Giles. You’re doing a great disservice to your body. You aren’t twenty or thirty or even forty anymore. You’re under a great deal of
stress running this new Council, and you aren’t getting enough sleep. Combine that with the fact that you obviously have not been actively
engaging in sexual situations, and it becomes quite obvious why you are having problems. Your body just cannot handle it. Your genitals
are just like any other part of your body. If you don’t use them, they get soft and don’t perform as well.”
Giles’ eyes snapped to the doctor’s.
Dr. Smith looked downwards. “I am sorry for that. I’ve been spending some time around the Head Slayer. I’m afraid her unfortunate phrasing
has influenced my speaking habits.”
“Buffy’s tact aside, are you saying that I should be able to return to some modicum of my former sexual ability?”
“It should be possible, yes. Now, I want you to take sometime off. Relax, sleep, take your lady friend somewhere nice. Give it some time
and you should be able to engage in some light activities. I’m sure that Ms. Summers will be able to live without you for awhile.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible,” Giles spoke quietly.
“Mr. Giles,” Dr. Smith began in an exasperated tone, “I just told you that…”
“I know what you told me, Doctor, but Buffy would be quite displeased if I were to take a vacation without her. And there would most
definitely not be any problem with my genitals were I to take a ‘lady friend’ along as Buffy would most likely cut them off as soon as she
heard about such a proposal.”
“Oh, I see. Are you certain that is a proper example for the younger watchers and slayers?”
“I’m quite certain that isn’t any of your business,” Giles responded as he got up to move out of the office. “Your clinic is funded by
the Council to provide medical services, not guidance counseling. I thank you for your advice. Please have your secretary send the bill
along.”
With that, Giles left.
* * * * *
It had been a long two weeks, Giles reflected. It was not just the worried looks that Buffy gave him every time he announced he was tired.
Nor it was the worried looks that Willow gave him when he started to take time to have a ‘cleansing’ moment when things got hectic. No,
he was quite certain it was the sympathetic looks that Xander kept giving him.
Those were the worst. As much as he hated to admit it, there was still a streak of male ego left in Rupert Giles, and it was raising hell
trying to prove his manhood. That was, of course, when he wasn’t busy castigating himself for allowing himself to slip. He easily could
and should have recognized what the problem was, but he hadn’t. He’d had to go to that stupid doctor who not only told him what was wrong,
but also insinuated that there was something wrong with wanting to be with Buffy.
He had been so angry, that he hadn’t had the heart to tell Buffy about it. She’d have taken it badly. At least, that was what he had told
himself. In truth, he did not like to admit that he had easily fallen into the ‘It won’t happen to me’ mindset that so many men had.
With a few vague comments to Buffy, he had set about taking the doctor’s advice. He didn’t want to get her hopes up if it did not work.
Unfortunately, his embarrassment and worry had just caused more worry on Buffy’s part until she had to confide to Willow about what had
happened. And telling Willow had automatically translated into Xander finding out. Dawn thankfully did not seem to know, but Giles was not
about to be optimistic about that.
With an angry sigh, he flopped onto his bed. His empty bed. It was awful. Until Buffy’s birthday, he had been excitedly planning their
future together. Two months dating, and he was going to ask her to marry him. Then perhaps move in with him so she did not have to rent
her apartment any longer. Then marriage, or perhaps marriage before moving in. He didn’t much care one way or the other as long as it
pleased Buffy. Then children now that she could take enough time off from physical battle to do it.
With a sigh, he revisited those happy fantasies. Fantasies where he didn’t need erectile aids or surgical sperm removal to father those
children. Fantasies where Buffy wore special white lingerie on their wedding night even though neither of them were anywhere near being
virgins…
Giles looked down at the front of his pajamas. “Bloody Hell!”
* * * * *
He waited a week longer. It just wouldn’t do to make promises that he couldn’t keep, and while he certainly was not up to one-hundred
percent, he was fairly certain that it would work. The problem was that he was now very nervous about approaching Buffy.
“It’s working again. Want to shag?” certainly was not a good option, and Buffy had been walking on eggshells around him whenever they
went anywhere doing her level best to show that she didn’t think that he wasn’t a real man but still avoiding any intimate situations.
He was contemplating the situation at his office desk when Buffy came waltzing through the door much like she used to when he had his
apartment in Sunnydale. She was wearing what his Watcher’s brain catalogued as exercise wear: Cotton and Lycra shorts with a matching
sports bra, a pair of white athletic shoes and a pair of white socks. She has a light sheen of sweat and was smiling.
“Have a good time with the new recruits?’ he asked.
“Yeah, I think that they understand why I’m the Head Slayer and not just A Slayer now,” she beamed as she grabbed his cup of now cold tea
and began to drink out of it.
Seeing her sitting on the edge of his desk, in one of her almost indecent outfits, drinking out of a cup that his own lips had just
recently touched made Giles slightly uncomfortable in a very good way.
“So, what’s up with you?” Buffy asked as she returned the now empty cup to its resting place on his desk.
He responded by grabbing her hand and brushing a kiss across her knuckles.
“Giles,” Buffy giggled as she tried to pull her hand away. He merely kept his hold and gave it a slight tug. Buffy took the hint and
moved off the desk to stand next to him. He pushed his chair away from his desk, trusting that Buffy’s enhanced reflexes would compensate
for the sudden movement.
He was wrong. Instead of being able to stand next to her, he found her sprawled on top of him.
“What are you…” Buffy trailed off as her attempts to rearrange herself brought her into contact with something rather distinctive.
Purposefully, she wiggled her backside against it. At Giles’ intake of breath, she was fairly certain that she was not mistaken about
what it was.
“Giles? Is that what I think it is?”
“Well, it isn’t a stake.”
“Does that mean that I can play with it?” she asked quietly while allowing her bottom to rub against him.
“That depends on how rough you’re going to be with it,” he responded as his hands began to slide up the outsides of her thighs.
“No bondage fun then?”
“Most definitely not. You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to, well, now there’s no graceful way out of that sentence after I used the
word ‘hard’ is there?”
Buffy giggled then tilted her head to one side. “You’ve been trying without me?”
“Only by myself, I assure you, and only because I had no intention of letting you down a second time. I spoke with the doctor and it seems
that, well, I haven’t been using it enough as I got on in years. That combined with my multiple battle injuries, stress and lack of sleep,
it all coalesced into having erectile dysfunction.”
Buffy smiled seductively. “So does that mean I have to put you on a training regimen?”
Giles grinned and leaned up to kiss her. “I can think of worse fates.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” she whispered as he released her lips from his own.
“Not nearly as much as I do,” he whispered as his hands began to slide upwards towards her bust line.
“Naughty Watcher,” Buffy admonished as she slid his tie out of its knot and out from under the collar of his shirt.
“And I intend to continue to be very, very naughty,” he murmured lasciviously.
“But?” Buffy asked when his expression changed.
“But not on my office floor, Love. I’m still a recuperating man.”
Buffy grinned and bounced up to her feet. “Then I say I take you home and get you into bed, and maybe call nurse Buffy over to take care
of you.”
“You have such wonderful ideas,” he responded as she helped pull him to his feet.
She winked flirtatiously at him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
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